He works in fluid unison with her, as is their advantage and their inclination, initiating the exchange and reception of blows in a well-organized orchestration running parallel to the stochastic herd of near-animalistic, slavering organisms that persist regardless of how many they crush or burn or otherwise eliminate.

Rush ducks in the same moment she ratchets out the order, instinctively shielding his face from the impact of debris as her arm imbues the wall with an ever-increasing degree of brisance.

The wall detonates with a satisfying implosion and explosion of rubble.

He rights himself, collar of his shirt pulled over his lower face to block out the worst of the dust as the ceiling loses something like forty percent of its stability and begins to shower them with more of the same.

Rush pivots to clip the nearest approaching enemy and gestures at Asadi's improvised exit in a clear after you gesture.